“Ready for your punishment fuck?”
Suddenly, I was roasting under my thick blanket. My brain couldn’t engage my speech center. I simply nodded without really thinking. Call it what he liked, I wanted him in me.
“You’re going to go upstairs. Kneel on all fours on the bed. I’m going to take you from behind. You’re not to look at me. That is your punishment.” He spoke slowly, and his barely perceivable German accent edged into the tone of his voice.
I drew up my knees and nodded again.
He rose, releasing me from my pen. “Off you go.” He pointed at the wrought-iron staircase.
As I stood, he grabbed the blanket, pulling it away. A rush of cool air caressed my already quivering flesh. How could I feel so hot and so cold at the same time? I squished my thighs together as I climbed the stairs, trying not to show my sex to him from his vantage point below. I gripped the railing until my knuckles turned white. I didn’t look down, but I knew he was watching my slow ascent. If I hurried, my legs would give out and I would stumble.
Kneeling on all fours on the bed, I might as well have been on a stage or a platform, such was my vulnerability. The first thing he would see on entering the room would be my sex lips. I had no doubt my exposed labia would appear swollen and slick with juices. My breasts hung, aching with expectation. If he fucked me hard, my tits would swing about painfully. I anticipated it all, and the waiting made me desperately hungry for him to burst through that damn door and mount me.
The draft indicated the opening. My pulse quickened. The door clicked shut. My heart skipped a beat, and behind me, replacing the stillness of the room, his snatched breaths—fast like mine The mattress moved beneath me as he crept up behind. He grasped my hips and I jumped at his cool touch. Two thumbs pried apart my ass cheeks and he emitted a rumbling growl.
I began to lose my confidence. “I don’t think my legs will hold out. They’ve gone like jelly.” My elbows shook, refusing to lock straight. How would I stay in position?
The tip of his cock pressed between my lips, nudging my eager entrance. I rocked back, trying to impale myself on him. He eased away, reminding me that this was his show, not mine.
“Don’t worry. If you collapse, I’ll just keep going.” He shoved slightly, sampling my periphery.
I went rigid. My muscles tensed and ceased their quivering—a defensive reaction to his statement?
The grip about my waist loosened and the firm bulge of his cock slipped away. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” he said gently.
I hovered, not with indecision, but the challenge of how to express my churned-up feelings. The need inside me was unbearable, bordering on the insatiable. His entire preamble—the build-up, waiting on all fours and the growl in his throat—they fed me and built my sexual appetite into a frenzy of lust. I might have gone rigid—and it impressed me that he’d noted it and had responded—but it was because I loved what he said and the implication that I was all his to do with as he wished. Scared? No. Nervous? Darn right I was, because he had expectations of me and I didn’t know if I could achieve them.
I shook my head.
“Tell me. Say it.” His voice had an urgency to it.
“Please, fuck me.” Heat rushed to my face. Asking for it brought with it a bizarre sense of shame.
“Good, Mausi.”
Th
e grip about my waist tightened once again. I braced myself. He didn’t need to aim. I must have been gaping. The force of his penetration propelled me forward and my head almost bashed into the headboard. My arms gave immediately and I crashed down onto my elbows. He’d practically knocked the wind out of me.
I had no time to recover. He withdrew to the tip and smashed into me again. My drenched pussy opened up to him and welcomed his cock deep inside until he hit my natural limits.
“Oh, fuck… I wanna come,” I wailed pathetically.
Forget Cosmo. That article was unnecessary. I would come then again and again, as long as he kept fucking me like this.
My tits shook and I buried my head into the pillow, sticking my butt up higher. I rocked back at him, meeting his plunging erection.
“Wait,” he gasped.
I didn’t have that kind of self-control. I exploded about him, clenching and contracting in waves that traveled about my body like a tsunami.
My legs, weakened by my twitching calves, gave out, just as I’d predicted. He clung onto me and drove forward to keep contact. He hadn’t been lying about his intentions. He kept fucking me, and I spread my legs wider to accommodate his thrusting hips.
He exclaimed in a mix of German and English profanity. I chewed on the pillow, gagging my futile cries. My clit chafed on the fabric of the sheet, but even in its sensitive state, I couldn’t hold back. I came again, bucking my ass up, trying to protect my tender nub from overstimulating me.
“Another, heh?”
My spasms betrayed my orgasm.